Friday, November 16, 2007
Long, Long Hiatus
Ok, I have been a naughty girl. Away from my blog. Away from writing and spreading slivers of me. Why,You ask? Well, in a nutshell, Hormones.
Ok, are you intrigued? Here goes nothing. In May I had my ovaries and uterus yanked in a 2 hour surgery. I expected to have lost a few things, most importantly my heavy periods (I know...Yuc), and it is true, I did loose those, but unfruckingly amazingly enough that is not all I lost. Shite. I lost some necessary hormones that kept the balance going. Without them there is certain caos, certain forgetfulness, bitchiness and madness I was not totally ready for.
Little by little things started to fall apart, and somewhere there was the knowledge those frucking hormones might have been the glue that held it all together. Am I exaggerating? Probably, who the fruck knows? I have lost some sensibility, some gray area where little things that don’t matter are just that…little things. Now, I have been pumped with fake hormones, have tried three different types, so far no matches. Sure I got more libido, more hair in my chin, more man traits and a tighther feeling in my chest, but how about balance. Nope, not yet.
Will I be ok. Of course. Will I be lazy and avoid writing. Who knows?
Ok, are you intrigued? Here goes nothing. In May I had my ovaries and uterus yanked in a 2 hour surgery. I expected to have lost a few things, most importantly my heavy periods (I know...Yuc), and it is true, I did loose those, but unfruckingly amazingly enough that is not all I lost. Shite. I lost some necessary hormones that kept the balance going. Without them there is certain caos, certain forgetfulness, bitchiness and madness I was not totally ready for.
Little by little things started to fall apart, and somewhere there was the knowledge those frucking hormones might have been the glue that held it all together. Am I exaggerating? Probably, who the fruck knows? I have lost some sensibility, some gray area where little things that don’t matter are just that…little things. Now, I have been pumped with fake hormones, have tried three different types, so far no matches. Sure I got more libido, more hair in my chin, more man traits and a tighther feeling in my chest, but how about balance. Nope, not yet.
Will I be ok. Of course. Will I be lazy and avoid writing. Who knows?
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Time off for good behavior!
Well, well, well. I've been busy and less inclined to write. I still have lots to say but have been very lazy and spending less and less time on the computer.
So, for now sliversofme.com is on a short hiatus. Let me get my act together and I will return!
See you soon!
So, for now sliversofme.com is on a short hiatus. Let me get my act together and I will return!
See you soon!
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Shortcut to Relief
I wonder why…why on restaurants, the Men's bathroom is usually the most accessible one? Today at lunch, after a chilled beer and lots of great conversation, I had to pee quickly and as I made my way to the ladies room I noticed that the men's room was the first door. I did a mental check of the restaurants I most frequent and I realize that to be a fact. Men's bathrooms are usually the first ones in the hallway or area.
Why? All men have to do is yank it out and aim. We girlies have to pull down our pants, and then panties and then either hover over the toilet or line it with the thin paper. We should get the first door.
Men have no idea what we go through in public bathrooms. In Brazil, since public restrooms are not as well maintained as here, we girls learn from a very early age, to never, never, to sit in a public toilet. Never to do a number two either, unless it's falling out. I can't remember if in Brazil we get preferential treatment and have a better-positioned bathroom, but I seriously doubt it.
The reality is that men build bathrooms, and they are oblivious to our girlie ways. I call for a coalition to better women bathroom positioning. Ha! That is silly!
Why? All men have to do is yank it out and aim. We girlies have to pull down our pants, and then panties and then either hover over the toilet or line it with the thin paper. We should get the first door.
Men have no idea what we go through in public bathrooms. In Brazil, since public restrooms are not as well maintained as here, we girls learn from a very early age, to never, never, to sit in a public toilet. Never to do a number two either, unless it's falling out. I can't remember if in Brazil we get preferential treatment and have a better-positioned bathroom, but I seriously doubt it.
The reality is that men build bathrooms, and they are oblivious to our girlie ways. I call for a coalition to better women bathroom positioning. Ha! That is silly!
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Spit Glue
It has been weeks since I last visit my blog. I know, I know. So much has happened. Anna Nicole has died and the vultures took over. And in my little world disease took over.
I seriously think that my body is being held by spit. Some days the kidney gets infected, like last November; then major cold in December, January greeted me with heavy bleeding and abdomen pain. Then no more orgasm because of the pain. Then this last weekend, I helped my hunny move a desk and click! Muffled, painful and silenced noise, that brought me to my knees. Somehow I threw my back to hell and have been in pain ever since.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Sick of little pain and sick of having painful orgasms. So Hysterectomy, here I come! In a month there will be no more period, and maybe even no more natural hormones. Either way, I am already morning the “not tonight honey, I have my period scenario” Ha ha! I am kidding of course.
I welcome the surgery if I can use my rabbit again, I welcome the surgery if it takes away the gushing blood, and I welcome the surgery if I make it through.
It will be like having a c-section without bringing a baby home. One entire month without working, no driving, no sex. Maybe I will be lucid enough to write more and more. Or maybe I will be fixated on the tube and be the biggest couch potato…I am hoping for the first, but I am sure will get the second.
I seriously think that my body is being held by spit. Some days the kidney gets infected, like last November; then major cold in December, January greeted me with heavy bleeding and abdomen pain. Then no more orgasm because of the pain. Then this last weekend, I helped my hunny move a desk and click! Muffled, painful and silenced noise, that brought me to my knees. Somehow I threw my back to hell and have been in pain ever since.
I am sick and tired of being sick and tired. Sick of little pain and sick of having painful orgasms. So Hysterectomy, here I come! In a month there will be no more period, and maybe even no more natural hormones. Either way, I am already morning the “not tonight honey, I have my period scenario” Ha ha! I am kidding of course.
I welcome the surgery if I can use my rabbit again, I welcome the surgery if it takes away the gushing blood, and I welcome the surgery if I make it through.
It will be like having a c-section without bringing a baby home. One entire month without working, no driving, no sex. Maybe I will be lucid enough to write more and more. Or maybe I will be fixated on the tube and be the biggest couch potato…I am hoping for the first, but I am sure will get the second.
Wednesday, January 31, 2007
A Huge Slice of Pain
Ok. I was wondering what to write. Sex? Nah. Not having any right now. Love? Nah. Burned out about that too. Life in the US of A. Nah, Bush sucks. World topics? Fruck that. Life around my neighborhood? Well, maybe.
I have been extremely sad and pissed off lately. About two weeks ago, some jerk a few blocks away from my house shot and killed his 10 and 11 year-old sons and then shot himself. Ay, ay, ay. It is one of those stories that shrink your heart and breaks it to pieces. Did I know these boys?
No. Although I had seen them before, since last year we were all in the same Cub Scouts Pack, and some of my friends knew the dad, mom and kids well.
How can someone be so selfish or diseased to commit such ugly act? Did he not think about the devastation he was going to cause? Was he that deranged? His plan I am sure was to hurt his ex-wife but did he not consider the rest? How about all the people that had nothing to do with their nasty divorce? Just the weekend before they had a sleepover and the kid’s best friend slept there. How do you explain to those kids, their best friends were murdered by the person that was supposed to protect them?
How about all the other kids in their school? My son looked at me with those big green eyes and asked me. Why? Why mom, did he kill his sons?
Fruck if I know. I am mad, and pissed off at the bastard. Sad for his wife that in one day lost both sons, was robbed of a future filled with promise. How can that poor woman go on? In my mind it does not matter that they fought like crazy, that they had a nasty divorce and were fighting for custody for years, it only matters that she is left behind. Alone and with the certainty that she could have done something that would have prevent this. Would she ever live a normal life again? I for sure would not be able to. I am hurt and have my life altered and I did not even know them.
Why do people do this? Go ahead fruckers jump from the highest bridge...but do it alone.
I have been extremely sad and pissed off lately. About two weeks ago, some jerk a few blocks away from my house shot and killed his 10 and 11 year-old sons and then shot himself. Ay, ay, ay. It is one of those stories that shrink your heart and breaks it to pieces. Did I know these boys?
No. Although I had seen them before, since last year we were all in the same Cub Scouts Pack, and some of my friends knew the dad, mom and kids well.
How can someone be so selfish or diseased to commit such ugly act? Did he not think about the devastation he was going to cause? Was he that deranged? His plan I am sure was to hurt his ex-wife but did he not consider the rest? How about all the people that had nothing to do with their nasty divorce? Just the weekend before they had a sleepover and the kid’s best friend slept there. How do you explain to those kids, their best friends were murdered by the person that was supposed to protect them?
How about all the other kids in their school? My son looked at me with those big green eyes and asked me. Why? Why mom, did he kill his sons?
Fruck if I know. I am mad, and pissed off at the bastard. Sad for his wife that in one day lost both sons, was robbed of a future filled with promise. How can that poor woman go on? In my mind it does not matter that they fought like crazy, that they had a nasty divorce and were fighting for custody for years, it only matters that she is left behind. Alone and with the certainty that she could have done something that would have prevent this. Would she ever live a normal life again? I for sure would not be able to. I am hurt and have my life altered and I did not even know them.
Why do people do this? Go ahead fruckers jump from the highest bridge...but do it alone.
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
Stolen Scarves
It is so amazing how a little lunch conversation can bring so many funny, weird and forgotten memories. We were chatting at lunch today when somehow the conversation landed on my job at Saks 5th Avenue in New York.
My second job in New York was indeed fun. I wanted a part time job while I lived there during the summer months and ended up going to a Temp Agency in Manhattan. After I told the lady my previous work experience in the US, I was hired. Ok, ok, a little more background…this was in 1990 and even though I had about 3 yrs experience in retail, from sales to management all my experience was in stores in Brazil, except for that one special job here in the US. I had worked during a Christmas season at a store called Best; Best sold consumer electronics and was kind of like a small Sears. My job there was Door Greeter. Basically I stood by the door and said “Hello, Welcome to Best”. Now, this was eons before Wal-Mart planted a door greeter at every door.
So when I went to the job interview in Manhattan I told the lady about that job and I was hired to be the Door Greeter Supervisor at Saks 5th Avenue. Probably because no one else had ever heard of such position, I got the job. Nevertheless my job was easy. I managed the four or so entrances to the Manhattan store and made sure a staff was there at all times.
The uniform I wore was u-g-l-y. Pleated gray pants with a white button down shirt and dark blue blazer. Nothing really fit well and we all looked cheap and out of place. The fun thing about this job was watching the people that came in and robbed the Hermes scarf display. Everyday, or almost everyday, around the same time; someone would enter the store and scoop all the scarves off the counter and just take off. It amazed me that the robbers were so bold, and that the store did not do much to stop them. As I remember, security never got them and I was specifically told to stay out of the way. Sure I reported on my “walkie talkie” thing that suspicious people were in the store but for my safety and the safety of others I was to “Just say Hello”. So whenever people would steal and leave, I just got out of the way and sometimes even said, “Have a nice evening”.
The rest of the time I just greeted people on the way in and on the way out. I don’t know if you have been to New York but until September 11, they did not have a reputation of being the friendliest people in the world. Looking back I remember some of the faces staring up at me…I would say “Hello, welcome to Saks”, and they would look at me like I had 3 heads. Some of them would look me up and down and just walk away. Some of them asked me a thousand questions…
I wish I had some more pictures of all these times in my life. I look back now and I get bits of memory here and there but it would have been even more fun to have an actual picture of that uniform!
My second job in New York was indeed fun. I wanted a part time job while I lived there during the summer months and ended up going to a Temp Agency in Manhattan. After I told the lady my previous work experience in the US, I was hired. Ok, ok, a little more background…this was in 1990 and even though I had about 3 yrs experience in retail, from sales to management all my experience was in stores in Brazil, except for that one special job here in the US. I had worked during a Christmas season at a store called Best; Best sold consumer electronics and was kind of like a small Sears. My job there was Door Greeter. Basically I stood by the door and said “Hello, Welcome to Best”. Now, this was eons before Wal-Mart planted a door greeter at every door.
So when I went to the job interview in Manhattan I told the lady about that job and I was hired to be the Door Greeter Supervisor at Saks 5th Avenue. Probably because no one else had ever heard of such position, I got the job. Nevertheless my job was easy. I managed the four or so entrances to the Manhattan store and made sure a staff was there at all times.
The uniform I wore was u-g-l-y. Pleated gray pants with a white button down shirt and dark blue blazer. Nothing really fit well and we all looked cheap and out of place. The fun thing about this job was watching the people that came in and robbed the Hermes scarf display. Everyday, or almost everyday, around the same time; someone would enter the store and scoop all the scarves off the counter and just take off. It amazed me that the robbers were so bold, and that the store did not do much to stop them. As I remember, security never got them and I was specifically told to stay out of the way. Sure I reported on my “walkie talkie” thing that suspicious people were in the store but for my safety and the safety of others I was to “Just say Hello”. So whenever people would steal and leave, I just got out of the way and sometimes even said, “Have a nice evening”.
The rest of the time I just greeted people on the way in and on the way out. I don’t know if you have been to New York but until September 11, they did not have a reputation of being the friendliest people in the world. Looking back I remember some of the faces staring up at me…I would say “Hello, welcome to Saks”, and they would look at me like I had 3 heads. Some of them would look me up and down and just walk away. Some of them asked me a thousand questions…
I wish I had some more pictures of all these times in my life. I look back now and I get bits of memory here and there but it would have been even more fun to have an actual picture of that uniform!
Monday, January 08, 2007
Blowing in the Wind
I heard today of a story that had me second-guessing my wife abilities. A friend went to a party and the topic of the conversation between the married girls was blowjobs. One of them came out and said she absolutely loves it and can do it for an hour without getting tired. She described all her techniques and the fact that she loves to spend countless minutes enjoying her husband parts twirling around in her mouth.
A whole hour? What’s wrong with her, or him for that matter? Does he have an insensitive dick or did it go numb after countless bites?
Well, the friend that told me the conversation could not imagine such a long ordeal; I could not either. We tried to put ourselves in our deep throat friend’s place and see if the mere idea would inspire us to go home and bestow such wonders on our husbands and we could not. We could not even imagine or remember ever being able to do it.
Even on my heyday of being single or newly married did I enjoy the act for more than five endless minutes. The reality is that after a few minutes my jaw goes numb, my cheeks throbs and even my teeth starts to complain. In the beginning of the relationship I am sure I was better at it and probably did it for a long time if you added all the times together, like maybe out of 30 minutes of sex and foreplay, 7 minutes tops would be dedicated to the act. And they were not consecutive minutes I am sure.
Now after such long marriage, I seem to have developed a lazy mouth because mine tires very easily. I am sure it is not because of lack of muscle or lack of exercise since I talk a lot, chew gum a lot and have performed the act for at least 20 years, so what is the deal?
Is there something wrong with me? Nah! I think the whole one-hour blowjob is an urban legend and I think I will continue to live my fairy tale life where my man is happy to get what he gets. And he moans and grins happily while he gets it.
A whole hour? What’s wrong with her, or him for that matter? Does he have an insensitive dick or did it go numb after countless bites?
Well, the friend that told me the conversation could not imagine such a long ordeal; I could not either. We tried to put ourselves in our deep throat friend’s place and see if the mere idea would inspire us to go home and bestow such wonders on our husbands and we could not. We could not even imagine or remember ever being able to do it.
Even on my heyday of being single or newly married did I enjoy the act for more than five endless minutes. The reality is that after a few minutes my jaw goes numb, my cheeks throbs and even my teeth starts to complain. In the beginning of the relationship I am sure I was better at it and probably did it for a long time if you added all the times together, like maybe out of 30 minutes of sex and foreplay, 7 minutes tops would be dedicated to the act. And they were not consecutive minutes I am sure.
Now after such long marriage, I seem to have developed a lazy mouth because mine tires very easily. I am sure it is not because of lack of muscle or lack of exercise since I talk a lot, chew gum a lot and have performed the act for at least 20 years, so what is the deal?
Is there something wrong with me? Nah! I think the whole one-hour blowjob is an urban legend and I think I will continue to live my fairy tale life where my man is happy to get what he gets. And he moans and grins happily while he gets it.
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Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Yes, we are Bitches!
We had major drama today at work. Somehow some uncaring words were said, or maybe better yet, some expected words were not said and all went to hell.
It amazes me how we girls can be so shitty towards each other, how we can be so unilateral. Misunderstanding can be a bitch for sure but sometimes hormone drama enters the picture and all good civility goes out of the window.
In today’s little drama, one friend got a cool car and the other did not share the excitement. Then the one got mad at the other and the friendship was broken. The employment too was severed and maybe some things will never go back to normal, I have to say the taste in my mouth is one of disbelief. Disbelief at how hot headed we girls can be, how unforgiving we can be, and how much a bitch we can really be.
Really, there is more than one side to every story and when we are hormonal; there is one truth, the other’s side truth and reality. I am hoping that my girls will forget a few things said and will at least keep their friendship. Sure no one is perfect and some friendships are cancerous and unproductive but I still thing certain bridges should never be broken…or at least not be broken for the wrong reasons.
As for the car, a sweet and fancy black Mercedes with all the bells and whistles it stood between friends and brought discord to my little world. Temporary discord I hope.
It amazes me how we girls can be so shitty towards each other, how we can be so unilateral. Misunderstanding can be a bitch for sure but sometimes hormone drama enters the picture and all good civility goes out of the window.
In today’s little drama, one friend got a cool car and the other did not share the excitement. Then the one got mad at the other and the friendship was broken. The employment too was severed and maybe some things will never go back to normal, I have to say the taste in my mouth is one of disbelief. Disbelief at how hot headed we girls can be, how unforgiving we can be, and how much a bitch we can really be.
Really, there is more than one side to every story and when we are hormonal; there is one truth, the other’s side truth and reality. I am hoping that my girls will forget a few things said and will at least keep their friendship. Sure no one is perfect and some friendships are cancerous and unproductive but I still thing certain bridges should never be broken…or at least not be broken for the wrong reasons.
As for the car, a sweet and fancy black Mercedes with all the bells and whistles it stood between friends and brought discord to my little world. Temporary discord I hope.
Sunday, December 31, 2006
Un-Grooved
Yes, it has been a long, long time since I shared a sliver. Basically I got too busy, then procrastinated for a few weeks and everything got backed up. Then once I was behind, and off the groove it got extremely easy to delay writing one more day.
Six weeks later, here I am. In a great mood, drinking a beer and thinking maybe I will go outside and enjoy the day. Ah, here I go again procrastination time…
Well, I always have been very proficient in that department. I can come up with thousands of ideas and shelve them all until the day I will not be too busy and can deal with those wonderful ideas. Ha! I wonder what is the deal? It must be something related to my sign: Sagittarius. As far as we know, we Sagittarius are “the life of the party” and humongous procrastinators. Maybe it is the time of the year? With all the holiday parties and end of the year stuff, it is easy to get sidetracked, isn’t it?
I must break the trend today though. There is so much to say, and everyday something new shows up. Ok, ok, where the fruck is that groove? I need to get back on it asap.
Stella got her groove back, why can’t I? Yes, I need my writing groove as well as my sexual groove. When I get one back I can talk about the other. How about that?
Oh well. I feel it coming…Tomorrow is another day. Hell, tomorrow is another year. Cheers…to getting back on the groove!!
Six weeks later, here I am. In a great mood, drinking a beer and thinking maybe I will go outside and enjoy the day. Ah, here I go again procrastination time…
Well, I always have been very proficient in that department. I can come up with thousands of ideas and shelve them all until the day I will not be too busy and can deal with those wonderful ideas. Ha! I wonder what is the deal? It must be something related to my sign: Sagittarius. As far as we know, we Sagittarius are “the life of the party” and humongous procrastinators. Maybe it is the time of the year? With all the holiday parties and end of the year stuff, it is easy to get sidetracked, isn’t it?
I must break the trend today though. There is so much to say, and everyday something new shows up. Ok, ok, where the fruck is that groove? I need to get back on it asap.
Stella got her groove back, why can’t I? Yes, I need my writing groove as well as my sexual groove. When I get one back I can talk about the other. How about that?
Oh well. I feel it coming…Tomorrow is another day. Hell, tomorrow is another year. Cheers…to getting back on the groove!!
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Wednesday, November 08, 2006
Vacation Time
Well, well, well, by now you must have figured out I am taking a break. Yep, for sure I will be back in a few days, a lot chubbier than before. Thanksgiving will bring a lot more than the usual "thanks" since it will be stuffed with delicious mashed potatoes, yummy turkey and dressing and all the dessert one can stand to eat without exploding.
I will roll back here soon. Until then...cheers!
I will roll back here soon. Until then...cheers!
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Friday, October 20, 2006
Porcelain Troubles
It has been a while. A lot of the same has happened...More screw-ups at the construction site, more morons dropping the ball and less and less sex since we are all stressed about something or other.
How about this? Who can be sexy and horny in the middle of chaos and toilet issues? Here goes…
My husband this week finally replaced a new toilet he installed last year. Yes, he told me lat year that this one-piece smaller toilet, was cooler looking and would give an updated look to the house; only $230 he said, a bargain. I immediately thought... What the fruck? Why would I care what the toilet looked like? And with such a small toilet, wouldn't we have problems with his enormous size shit?
Anyway, without listening to my "size matters" comment my big man got all excited and replaced all toilets. Three toilets for a total of $690 plus tax. After the first week it was obvious that the new "smaller and cooler" toilet could not deliver the goods. I got more and more pissed as every single shit got stuck; only the liquid type went in without a fight. I thought to myself..."$690 could have paid for a few months of a good maid" I nagged a little, complained a lot, learned how to use the plunger without getting shit in my face and eventually resigned to the fact that this is how toilet life would be.
Then, this week in the middle of all the construction hell that is going around my house, my sweet honey shows up home with a new toilet. A two-piece, standard and ordinary looking thing, two inches higher than the last, and guaranteed to pass even the largest shit. $220 each he tells me, proven to swallow even 150 sheets of toilet paper, and even a tampon here and there.
This time, I put in a fight. No new toilet for all the bathrooms, just the toilet in the bathroom he uses and he is banned from shitting anywhere else. And yes, I told him so and I made him listen!
How about this? Who can be sexy and horny in the middle of chaos and toilet issues? Here goes…
My husband this week finally replaced a new toilet he installed last year. Yes, he told me lat year that this one-piece smaller toilet, was cooler looking and would give an updated look to the house; only $230 he said, a bargain. I immediately thought... What the fruck? Why would I care what the toilet looked like? And with such a small toilet, wouldn't we have problems with his enormous size shit?
Anyway, without listening to my "size matters" comment my big man got all excited and replaced all toilets. Three toilets for a total of $690 plus tax. After the first week it was obvious that the new "smaller and cooler" toilet could not deliver the goods. I got more and more pissed as every single shit got stuck; only the liquid type went in without a fight. I thought to myself..."$690 could have paid for a few months of a good maid" I nagged a little, complained a lot, learned how to use the plunger without getting shit in my face and eventually resigned to the fact that this is how toilet life would be.
Then, this week in the middle of all the construction hell that is going around my house, my sweet honey shows up home with a new toilet. A two-piece, standard and ordinary looking thing, two inches higher than the last, and guaranteed to pass even the largest shit. $220 each he tells me, proven to swallow even 150 sheets of toilet paper, and even a tampon here and there.
This time, I put in a fight. No new toilet for all the bathrooms, just the toilet in the bathroom he uses and he is banned from shitting anywhere else. And yes, I told him so and I made him listen!
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Tuesday, October 03, 2006
Juicy Play
One of my cute friends told me that her and her beloved had the best time doing a kinky version of role-playing the other day. Since their relationship is so new, I can see the excitement in their eyes as they told me the fun they had; well actually I could see more than that since they showed me a picture of their afterglow, to me it resembled the wetlands! Anyway, the role-playing involved an elaborate situation where one told the other she was interested in her because of her money, the other jumped right in and told some lies too, making it all escalade to an argument. They got all hot, argued a little more then got sweaty and busy making love.
I was trying to relate and write something cool about it but how can I? If my husband came home and told me the only reason we are together is because "this or that", no way in hell would that get me horny. I don't think. Maybe it would have 17 years ago, but maybe I would be paranoid forever thinking that he meant what he said.
I think I might be missing the boat here. Since the innards of girl on girl relationship are kind of new to me I am left wondering how does the dynamics of day-to-day sex life work. I think I know how the sex thing works, but how about the logistics of both being crabby at the same time of the month, or how about the high school drama we all have inside of us girls. How does that play a factor in an argument? I know how it goes between a man and a woman, since in an argument most men go deaf… I do know they like make up sex, but then again, any sex for them will do…
Then again, do I have it in me to do a kinky role-play? Maybe duck tape the kiddies to the back yard so we can do some Shakespeare in the bedroom? Ha! Ha! Ha!
To be, or not to be…inside you. LOL. That is just plain funny. I would roll in the floor laughing at my cute honey, with his cute potbelly trying to be sexy while playing a part. Ha!
Anyways girls, I tried. It is more fun to live through your fantasies for now.
I was trying to relate and write something cool about it but how can I? If my husband came home and told me the only reason we are together is because "this or that", no way in hell would that get me horny. I don't think. Maybe it would have 17 years ago, but maybe I would be paranoid forever thinking that he meant what he said.
I think I might be missing the boat here. Since the innards of girl on girl relationship are kind of new to me I am left wondering how does the dynamics of day-to-day sex life work. I think I know how the sex thing works, but how about the logistics of both being crabby at the same time of the month, or how about the high school drama we all have inside of us girls. How does that play a factor in an argument? I know how it goes between a man and a woman, since in an argument most men go deaf… I do know they like make up sex, but then again, any sex for them will do…
Then again, do I have it in me to do a kinky role-play? Maybe duck tape the kiddies to the back yard so we can do some Shakespeare in the bedroom? Ha! Ha! Ha!
To be, or not to be…inside you. LOL. That is just plain funny. I would roll in the floor laughing at my cute honey, with his cute potbelly trying to be sexy while playing a part. Ha!
Anyways girls, I tried. It is more fun to live through your fantasies for now.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
A Better Whistle
Oh the wonderful world of construction! We have been going through hell at my house as we are submitted to the inefficiency of construction contractors. First we fired our original guy since he had a big problem telling the truth. Every day was a different story: the car broke down, flat tires, the worker is sick, the cement truck’s axle got broken, the cement company delivered the cement to the wrong place, and the last straw..the trusses were stolen from the lumberyard. Ok, even I a girl, know that those suckers are heavy and not easily stolen. Anyway, after a three month delay we fired our lying contractor.
It should not have been this complicated since we are not building the Taj Mahal, we are merely building an addition to our house: a three-car garage. Definitely not rocket science, and surely if the contractor was a woman the building would have been finished by now. Ok, ok, back to the wonderful world of construction…
After biding adieu to the contractor, we hired a framer and his crew to finish the job. Yesterday when I came back from work there were eight workers busy working on my roof. When I arrived I felt eight pairs of eyes staring at me as I strutted my stuff inside of the house feeling like the queen bee. As I went inside I heard the Spanish chatter resume. A few hours later I went outside to talk with the head framer to find out his fee for the day. Pedro, our guy, told me he would ask his men. He did so in Spanish and I heard one of them answer that he would give a discount if he could have a date with the lady of the house.
Ha ha ha! For the briefest moment I contemplated yelling back, sure let’s do it. But I really did not want the man to fall from the ladder, which would have been hilarious but probably painful in my pockets. Without missing a beat Pedro my “Spaniard in Shinny Armor” admonished the worker and told him I could speak Spanish. The man looked like he was going to shrink into the earth…
I, in the other hand felt good and received certain proof that if women were contactors the job would be done faster, on time, on budget and more efficiently. All that would take was a short skirt here and there and they would work double duty.
I know, I know, I can be such a tease, and so un-feminist. Sorry girls!
It should not have been this complicated since we are not building the Taj Mahal, we are merely building an addition to our house: a three-car garage. Definitely not rocket science, and surely if the contractor was a woman the building would have been finished by now. Ok, ok, back to the wonderful world of construction…
After biding adieu to the contractor, we hired a framer and his crew to finish the job. Yesterday when I came back from work there were eight workers busy working on my roof. When I arrived I felt eight pairs of eyes staring at me as I strutted my stuff inside of the house feeling like the queen bee. As I went inside I heard the Spanish chatter resume. A few hours later I went outside to talk with the head framer to find out his fee for the day. Pedro, our guy, told me he would ask his men. He did so in Spanish and I heard one of them answer that he would give a discount if he could have a date with the lady of the house.
Ha ha ha! For the briefest moment I contemplated yelling back, sure let’s do it. But I really did not want the man to fall from the ladder, which would have been hilarious but probably painful in my pockets. Without missing a beat Pedro my “Spaniard in Shinny Armor” admonished the worker and told him I could speak Spanish. The man looked like he was going to shrink into the earth…
I, in the other hand felt good and received certain proof that if women were contactors the job would be done faster, on time, on budget and more efficiently. All that would take was a short skirt here and there and they would work double duty.
I know, I know, I can be such a tease, and so un-feminist. Sorry girls!
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Sunday, September 24, 2006
Marco Polo
Oh my God, after 19 years of guessing I finally found a recent picture of the guy I was in love with for so long. This person was “the one” for the longest time. We shared my first French kiss, my first relationship and my first sexual encounter. Nope he was not a good lover, but he did hold my heart in his hands. He gave me unbelievable friendship, respect and a great past. I was attracted to him like a moth to the light and I kept going back to him over and over again. Each time I expected him to see me in a different light, each time I hoped he would fall in love with me.
He was honest with me as much as a guy in his 20’s could be, he told me he enjoyed me but did not love me, and that he wish he would. At one time he was willing to have us move in together to see where the relationship would lead us. I would have none of that, I knew in the bottom of my heart that we were not meat to be and that any union would be short lived. Turned out I was right. Now that I’ve been married for an eternity I can certainly say that marrying Marco would have been a huge mistake.
Still, when I saw his picture my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath and analyzed my feelings. There was no love, no longing, no desires and no regrets. Curiosity yes. Hope that his life turned out as good as mine, yes. But that is it. There will be no more fantasies about Marco. In a way, that is sad, like finally finishing that great book, finally eating the last bite of your favorite pie, finally knowing the past is the past, but in the other side…the knowledge that all my love life decisions in the end turned out to be the best ones.
I hope one day over a cold beer, Marco and I can tell each other our history without each other. Maybe we can reminisce about the first time I had sex, and laugh over the fact we did it in the front seat of a car, while he had his legs in a metal brace. Maybe we can laugh over the time where we were all having diner and he played footsie with me under the table while my current boyfriend watched red faced. Or maybe we can just enjoy the beer like we did so many times before. Hey Marco, I will drink one to you now. Cheers!
He was honest with me as much as a guy in his 20’s could be, he told me he enjoyed me but did not love me, and that he wish he would. At one time he was willing to have us move in together to see where the relationship would lead us. I would have none of that, I knew in the bottom of my heart that we were not meat to be and that any union would be short lived. Turned out I was right. Now that I’ve been married for an eternity I can certainly say that marrying Marco would have been a huge mistake.
Still, when I saw his picture my heart skipped a beat. I took a deep breath and analyzed my feelings. There was no love, no longing, no desires and no regrets. Curiosity yes. Hope that his life turned out as good as mine, yes. But that is it. There will be no more fantasies about Marco. In a way, that is sad, like finally finishing that great book, finally eating the last bite of your favorite pie, finally knowing the past is the past, but in the other side…the knowledge that all my love life decisions in the end turned out to be the best ones.
I hope one day over a cold beer, Marco and I can tell each other our history without each other. Maybe we can reminisce about the first time I had sex, and laugh over the fact we did it in the front seat of a car, while he had his legs in a metal brace. Maybe we can laugh over the time where we were all having diner and he played footsie with me under the table while my current boyfriend watched red faced. Or maybe we can just enjoy the beer like we did so many times before. Hey Marco, I will drink one to you now. Cheers!
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Wednesday, September 20, 2006
Rock Hard Ride
I must, must stay on top of things. I realize all this sex talk will probably scare some old friends, probably gain me some unwanted (weirdo) friends, probably give the wrong idea to some un-friends, but what the hell, I am sure it will amuse some. I am all for amusing people.
I was thinking today about the electricity of young love. I see around the office the looks between the girls and I really enjoy their budding love. God, that is corny! Budding love really sounds like love growing like warts all over them. Girls, I do not mean it that way, really. I see so many sparks, so many “nooners”, so much drama and so many possibilities. The rest of us old hags (ha, ha, ha, I am sure they will be pissed), just look and wish and remember the old days and those moments.
Yes, my friends, there were many of those moments. I have to tell you before I got married I sampled the world, and now I can look back and drool. Even if I can’t remember it all since with high partying comes more brain cells destroyed and less steamy memories, I can still remember some and can even remember the recent fun with my husband.
But forget about him for a minute, how about the first, the second, the tenth? Did they all leave an impression? Nah. Only the severe infatuations, the first love, the first lover, the very well endowed, the athletic ones, the first and best oral, the hard to get ones, and the horniest ones come to mind, ok the well endowed comes back to mind again. Do I remember specifics? After 18 years the specifics are getting harder and harder to remember. The list of names full of missing components and some regrets too. So many more I wish I had romped with .
Where are them all? Dang, I sound like I did the whole soccer team…Oh wait a minute, ten guys in a team? Yep, I’ve done more than a team. But seriously, do they remember all the romping we shared? Do they talk with their friends and wonder: Where is that Claudia? She sure hit the right spot. Ha! Ha! Ha!
I wonder. I imagine. I wish. I have fun seeing the new love around me, it inspires me to bring more of that into my life again and it inspires me to reach beyond my predictable little world.
Thanks for the ride and cheers to all of you in love!
I was thinking today about the electricity of young love. I see around the office the looks between the girls and I really enjoy their budding love. God, that is corny! Budding love really sounds like love growing like warts all over them. Girls, I do not mean it that way, really. I see so many sparks, so many “nooners”, so much drama and so many possibilities. The rest of us old hags (ha, ha, ha, I am sure they will be pissed), just look and wish and remember the old days and those moments.
Yes, my friends, there were many of those moments. I have to tell you before I got married I sampled the world, and now I can look back and drool. Even if I can’t remember it all since with high partying comes more brain cells destroyed and less steamy memories, I can still remember some and can even remember the recent fun with my husband.
But forget about him for a minute, how about the first, the second, the tenth? Did they all leave an impression? Nah. Only the severe infatuations, the first love, the first lover, the very well endowed, the athletic ones, the first and best oral, the hard to get ones, and the horniest ones come to mind, ok the well endowed comes back to mind again. Do I remember specifics? After 18 years the specifics are getting harder and harder to remember. The list of names full of missing components and some regrets too. So many more I wish I had romped with .
Where are them all? Dang, I sound like I did the whole soccer team…Oh wait a minute, ten guys in a team? Yep, I’ve done more than a team. But seriously, do they remember all the romping we shared? Do they talk with their friends and wonder: Where is that Claudia? She sure hit the right spot. Ha! Ha! Ha!
I wonder. I imagine. I wish. I have fun seeing the new love around me, it inspires me to bring more of that into my life again and it inspires me to reach beyond my predictable little world.
Thanks for the ride and cheers to all of you in love!